The hands of death pushed against the skin of life
Soft warm embrace turned cold
Reality falls away slowly
The eyes trace the sky as to memorize the sunset once more
Death is a peaceful and freighting thing
It sits by the dying and reassures them
Leading them through good times and bad
While the warmth leaves
And the last breath is gone
And death takes it's victim for the day
YOU ARE READING
Words Best Left Unsaid
PoesíaLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
